We left the hotel and took Paul to work and all I had to do was make my way to the new temporary housing the University gave us for the next 10 days. Well our GPS had the wrong address in it so I am circling the area trying to find the right place with Lola in the back seat crying for freedom and seriously pissed that she was yet again in the moving car. Finally I find the place, I go in and it was just like a scene from Goldie Locks. The place was dirty, the bed looked like it was just slept in. There were towels hanging from the shower drying, and there was food in the fridge. No one was suppose to be there but us. So I unloaded Lola and started to bring stuff in. I get a call from Paul that he needed something I had in one of our many bags. I had to scramble and find it and take it to him. I Come back and missed a call on my cell. It was my new bank here telling me that somehow in the less than 12 hours since I opened my account someone wrote cheques and overdrew my account. It wasn't me cause she didn't give me cheques nor did I have a bank card to access the money in it. So how the hell does that happen?! That sent me over the edge. I was tired and already upset just trying to make sure someone wasn't going to walk in the place and find my cat, who we don't think is allowed to be there. Then I was dragging everything in and it was pouring buckets the whole 15 minutes it took me to get stuff in and then stopped. I called the girl at the bank and as nicely as I could told her she better correct it our else, cause she new for a fact somewhere someone on their end messed up and my money had better be put back and a new account opened stat! After than I decided to call the University to find out what the deal was with the house they gave us. Come to find out no one has stayed there in a week, and house keeping just didn't clean the sheets or anything thing. That is nice. I told the girl not to worry about it I would take care of it I just wanted to make sure there wasn't going to be any surprise guests besides the ants that were coming in from outside. Yeah. She tells me she is sending someone over now to clean. Great! That means I have to hussle and get Lola out of there and any signs of her being there. So there I am in my car again, with my cat in the back crying, cold, wet tired and fed up with dragging my life around in the backseat and I proceeded to have my melt down. LOL..terrible I know. I couldn't get my GPS to work cause I was going to take Lola to a kennel for the day just to compose myself. Instead called my Nan. I love her . I don't know what I would do without her. She calmed me down, made me laugh and pretty much cleaned my "emotionally skinned knee", and made it all better. I took Lola for a drive and she didnt' say a peep the whole time. I feel terrible cause she is so joined at my hip that she picks up all of my emotions and it really affects her. Finally we come back and the cleaners where just finishing up their thing. I got Lola back in and she was so upset. She wouldn't come out her carrier so I just left her door open got on the floor and talked to her. Finally she comes out. Only to hide under the bed until her Daddy comes home. Paul is like neosporin for Me and Lola, he has a way of calming and soothing us apparently. Out she came and checked out the rest of the place and was running around and carrying on like normal.
Before all that though I called about a house we saw earlier that morning to get some information. The woman on the phone was so rude to me, and she picked a bad day to do it. We contacted this particular company 4 times and two of the times, they really didn't want to give us the time of day. So we move on. I thought I had an appointment with a realtor at another company and exhausted headed over there. Only to find out there was a miscommunication and she thought we were only meeting today. At that time given how the day was going this worked out for me. I just needed to go back "home" and relax. Paul and I spent the evening driving around calling and looking at potential neighborhoods we wanted to live before getting groceries. Finally you start to feel like we are developing a routine. Sometimes it just takes the simple things to make a place feel like "home".
Today things are on the mend. I went out and saw a few places, found one really nice potential one. Realized that we can rent in the neighborhoods we like but we will never own in those neighborhoods which is kind of depressing but I am looking only short term at moment. That is all I can handle. We aren't ready to buy no matter how good the market appears to be. Momma didn't raise no sucka. We have appointments for a couple of places tonight and I am taking Paul back to one tomorrow and there is another I am going to see tomorrow. So I am hoping that maybe be the end of the week for first of next we will have a lease signed sealed and delivered.
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